Author: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

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By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

#SixSentenceStories Prompt Word:
Harmony Provided by girlieontheedges blog
Create a story using only six sentences with the word harmony within the context.

It can catch you unawares, get stuck in your mind, then tangled in your hair while redesigning a touch of your ear.

So swift and so sure, timid at times but its motives as always are pure;
just beware your rhythmic steps as I say without jest beware the sound of its quiet beat.

It is totally unclear how sensing you are near, unexpectedly attaches demanding you give it your due.

Unrelenting as the vibrational tune
begins to swell through your tired mind giving you a false sense of needed security.

Startled at first, not knowing
the verse or verbiage to get along. You look up to find not a soul standing round, no one to come to your aid.

You can shake with all your might
careful not to cause any damage or slight to Harmony my best friends cat, now attached to your left leg!

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Persephone and Athena
Two sisters of yore
Together mourned
the loss of their home

Millennia had come and millennia had gone since Zeus and Hera’s
home this had been with
many godly children born within

Zeus rose stones thirty times
his weight encrusting jewels
into the massive castle gates
and crystals throughout within

But the likes of men and the likes
of war Zeus considered not at all
and now their home of long ago is naught but fallen crumbling rock

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

The text prompt is:
“The skies were filled with colors, and the trees collaborated in nature…”

“Come on Georgie, don’t lag!”

Georgie, the smallest one. Stood in awe, peering over the trees at the horizon. The skies were filled with colors, and the trees collaborated in nature with Mother Earth.

“How many of these sun gliding things have you seen,” Georgie asked, his little eyes wide reflecting the orange rays of the sun in their dark depths. Georgie was mesmerized.

Georgie’s friend stopped for a very brief second, in thought.

“Two or three Georgie, after that it’s just, you know, blasé,” said his friend.

“Blasé?” Asked Georgie?

“Yeah, mundane, common, um, boring.”

Georgie was stunned. How could anything with those colors be boring? The magnitude of it was overwhelming. He stood a bit longer to soak in the beauty.

“Georgie come on!” They called from the confines of the tight line they held in formation.

Returning to the line of workers, he walked briskly along but he could not stop watching the brilliant orange ball as it lifted into a sea of blue silk sky. Georgie stopped again in wonder. The entire line behind him stopped, everyone bumping into the one in front of them like dominoes.

“Georgie!” One of the soldier ants called from the sidelines, “What’s going on with you?”

Georgie sighed and, pointing with the first of his six legs, exclaimed again how very beautiful everything was to him; before marching on.

Another soldier ant sauntered over to the one urging Georgie on.

“So, what’s the story with that one Sam?” He asked, jerking his head to identify Georgie as he marched away, out of step with the rest of the Hill.

“Worker Ant you know? Short lived as they are, they always seem to be dreamers, artists, musicians and such. It’s like they take so much life in during their short life cycle, it swallows them up in it’s intensity.” Sam said quietly.

The second soldier ant shook his head in dismay, not understanding a single thing his buddy had just said.

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to prompt word by Eugi’s Causerie March 22, 2022 Prompt Word is: SOARING

Suddenly, the wind is ripping,
the cut of it refreshingly chilly.
The air swirls around me wildly.

Strong gusts of wind work
to lift me high above the earth,
soaring freely on the breeze.

Turning my head commands
my body to veer left, turn my head
again and I veer right.

Higher and higher I rise
into the blackness of the night sky
on diaphanous wings I can not see.

Swooping beneath arched bridges
like a newly emerged dragonfly.
Over tall buildings I laugh with joy.

My spirit roams free above the city
soaring weightless and bodiless
until the mornings light wakes me.

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

She travels across continents
bringing food and fresh water
to those on her banks
to her populace

Snaking through the land
feeding monkey, ape and man
Deity for thousands and thousands of years

Older than old
and nearly the longest on Earth
Narmada River gave us all birth
so protect her we must

(Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

March 21, 2022 prompt provided by Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch Literary Community. In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to reflect the theme, “Ready for a change.”

Stones crunch beneath my feet. This past Fall’s leaves becoming dust months ago. Buds are opening on the Bradford Pear tree’s, hopefully not too early this year; would love to see the tree’s adorned in their lovely white pantaloons instead of the little brown nubula’s of the past several years.

Yes, I meant nubula. It’s my word. More than a nebula, but less than a bud. A nubula.

You see, I’m ready for a change in vocabularies. Tired of the predominantly used text talk of our time; I want words that exercise betterment, so I shall invent my own.

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to photo prompt provided by KL Caley for WritePhoto

It comes tonight
As It does every night
The moment I close my eyes
It reaches from the depths to grab me

This night is the same
I vowed my eyes stay open
But my weary body has betrayed me
Its spiny fingers clutch my very soul

Screams with no sound resound
My mouth still all movement frozen
Its evil intent to do harm to me clear
Dragging me down the steps down

Down the circular curvature of brick
and mortar to Its home beneath here
Hands reach out scratching grabbing
Silent painful screams pierce my ears

A building below – A vault!
Hands shoving me forward wanting begging pleading to seal me in with It
Struggling more I pray to the Light

Sharply I awake a real scream curling from my throat The one sleeping next to me shakes me awake -You stopped breathing- he whispers softly

By (Gypsie) Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to dVerse Poets Quadrille #148 Papered Poems
44 word count only challenge

Paper paper I declare
Paper paper everywhere
Lots of paper lined in ink
Lettered paper helps me think

Paper with a glistening sheen
I don’t even know what that means
Though I love all paper to write upon
Christmas paper is the most fun